My thoughts are empty and cold. Like a store full of nude mannequins that has closed for the morning. The loss is infinite. The mustard is warm.
Hold the sarcasm, Kenneth.
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The diary of a man trapped in a 4' by 4' world...alone...and bored out of his mind.
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- It bored me
- A Nightmare in a Dream
- The World
- Dreams can make your dreams come true
- The Philosophy of Despair
- silence
- my mind is emptiness in my mind
- I can't help but feel that I am being watched by c...
- My eyes are filled with the blood of the innocent ...
- Boredom creeps in like nerve gas in a padded cell....
- Death Creeps In
- The seeds of boredom
- Darkness
- The Bitter Syrup of Boredom
- My world is darkness now
- Hey there Delilah
- Darkness falls on murky swap water in a lonely bay...
- My mind is beginning to play tricks on me.
- What was once my soul is now a forgotten memory of...
- Space was once my friend. Now he and Time have joi...
- Good Morning Sweet Death!
- I am watched by the eyes of a thousand demons and ...
- boredom creeps in like nerve gas in a padded cell....
- welcome to hell
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